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Pointless? Yup.
posted on Friday, January 21, 2011 @ 10:17 AM
Alright, let me contemplate this one.
Why don't I do "shit?"
I honestly don't know.
Because it's not like I don't know people that do.
It would be really easy for me to do that.

But I don't, for some reason or another.
It doesn't make me feel like a better person.
No. There are a lot of really successful people that have that in their lives.
A lot of successful people.

Maybe I just like being a little different.
I like people when they're really interesting due to the fact that they're really, truly interesting.
Not just because they're fun to get high with.
I've watched too many people get messed up mentally because of it,
And it reduces me to tears. But there are a lot of people that are also perfectly fine.
They'll be fine. And they have fun.
And I can't be the judge of that. Everyone's different.
Just like everyone's version of "rational" is affected by their world view.
So, I'm sorry that mine is different and irrational to most.

I find it funny that people keep bringing that up with me.
I don't lose a lot of respect for them, really, it's just kind of...
I don't know. I'd rather drink coffee or something.
Or take a walk. Or make harmonies.
Because those are my favorite memories, as of late.
They might be stupid memories. But they mean a lot to me.
Getting lost in Dover, or fail questing, or invading houses with waffles, or taking a nine mile walk, or singing fourths, or being convinced to go to SYMS, or getting inspired to play music more, or talking about really philosophical shit.
They're not stupid. They're real.
So I'm sorry that I'm a boring "straightedge purity freak."
The purity reasoning is for a different day.
Cause it's not cause Jesus or Daddy told me so.

Maybe it's childish.
Maybe it's innocence.
It's not that I think it's particularly bad.
I'm just a little different.

Now that wasn't very conclusive at all.
Perhaps it was even contradictory.

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.
It's been bothering me awhile. It's not a big deal. Honest.

I thought of reason 31 why I won't get married.

Actually, no.
Wanna know why I honestly think people do it?
To hide from their problems.
Because it takes away stress and everything feels better.
I don't want to do that. It'll be too easy.
I don't want to take the easy way out. Not yet.



Alright, if stay home all day again I'm going to have to diagnosed as insane.
Wow the house is choking me lately...
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